Now I remember, I came to Germany for work. I also remember why international travel can be so painful. After a nightmarish overnight flight to Frankfurt during which I achieved at most 15 minutes of actual sleep I had to get on an ICE train to my destination city. I had a first class ticket so I figured I would be living in the lap of luxury during my two hour transit from the airport. It turns out that in order to enjoy first class luxury you need to be able to locate it, and despite two trips back and forth along the length of the train I was unable to. Giving up I sat in the first open seat I could find and promptly fell fast asleep. I awoke just as I (barely) thought I heard the name of my stop in mumbled, whisper quiet German over the (so called) loudspeaker. I hurriedly gathered my things and rushed off the train with only about 50/50 confidence that it was actually where I needed to be. I got lucky and it was the correct stop so all that was left was a cab to my hotel and I was golden.
Turns out I was not golden for many reasons that I do not feel like getting into, but three days later and I am on my way home tomorrow minus one brand new Samsung Galaxy S8 which I managed to leave on the last ICE train of my trip. Sweet, I love international travel for work, love it.